"Somewhat rare, such moods. I've been wondering. He
has hinted to me that he might start on some sort of a cruise soon."
"Has he?" says I, tryin' to look surprised.
"You don't suppose, Torchy," Mr. Robert goes on, "that the governor
really means to go after that buried treasure?"
"Mr. Robert," says I, "I ain't sayin' a word."
"By Jove!" says he. "So that's the way it stands? Well, you haven't
told me anything. And, do you know, I am beginning to think it would
be a fine thing for him to do. It would get his mind off business,
give him an outing, and--er--simplify our negotiations in that
Ishpeming deal. I think I shall encourage his going."
"If you want to make it doubtful, I would," says I.
"Eh?" says Mr. Robert. "You mean-- Well, I'm not sure but that you're
right. I'll do just the opposite, then--suggest that he'll not like
cruising, and remind him that the Corrugated has a critical season
ahead of it. By the way, what sort of a boat has he chartered?"
"At last accounts," says I, "they hadn't found one that suited. You
see, Auntie won't stand for a gasoline engine, and--"
"Do I understand that Mrs. Hemmingway is going, too?" gasps Mr. Robert.
I nods.
"She's one of the partners," says I. "Kind of a particular old girl,
too, when it comes to yachts.
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